Chapter 6 #3
Now in her underwear, she went to her closet to find something sexy to wear, per his instructions.
She settled on a tight gray mini-skirt and a snug short-sleeve sweater.
The deep V-neck was low enough to be sexy yet not too revealing to be considered slutty.
Before she went out, she would finish the outfit with her knee-high, black leather boots—the ones with the three-inch heels.
For now, though, she laid the clothes on her bed.
Throwing on her short silk robe, which she always felt sensual in, she headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and granola cereal for breakfast.
Five minutes after ten, her cell phone rang from across the room. Hoping it was Ian, she hit the save icon on her laptop so she didn’t lose what she’d been working on and dove for the phone.
“H-hello. Crap!” She fumbled the phone, and it fell to the floor. “Wait! Hold on!” Snatching it up again, she looked quickly to ensure she hadn’t dropped the call and saw it was still connected. “Hello?”
His low chuckle came over the line, and it aroused her instantly. “Hi, Angel. Everything okay?”
Giggling, she plopped down on the couch. “It is now. Sorry about that. I dropped the phone.”
“I figured as much. Did you sleep well?”
Holy cow. How did he make a simple question sound so loaded with sex? “I did. You tuckered me out, and I slept later than usual.”
“Glad I could be of service.” He paused, and then his voice became deeper, silkier. “What are you wearing right now?”
A delicious shiver went through her body. “What you left out for me and my robe.”
“Take your robe off.”
Looking around her living room, she realized the vertical blinds on her sliding glass door were drawn open as usual. Not that anyone was in her backyard to see her, but Brody had gotten into the habit of popping over during the day to say hi. “Um, just a second. Let me go into my bedroom.”
“No,” he growled into the phone. “That’s not what I told you to do, Angel. Where are you? And don’t say your bedroom.”
Really? Is he serious?
“Answer the question, Angel. You don’t want me to ask again because your bottom will pay for it later.”
Holy shit! “Um, I’m in my living room, but the blinds are open on my doors and windows. What if Brody comes over to say hi?” He was the only person who knocked on her back door.
Several miles away, Ian knew that wouldn’t happen since his employee was right down the hall in the war-room, remotely finishing some work from Orlando.
But he wasn’t about to fill Angie in on the fact.
He had a feeling she would like the idea of possibly getting caught while being wicked and wild.
“That’s not my concern. If he does, he’ll get an eyeful and probably jack off.
Now, do as you’re told and take off your robe.
Let it slide down your incredible body until it pools at your feet.
Let me know when you’re standing there in your underwear. ”
His voice was pure velvet, and Angie let it wrap around her as the silky material slid off her shoulders and dropped to the ground.
She was certain he could hear her increased breathing.
Her heart was pounding as well, in anticipation of his next command.
“Okay, it’s off. I’m in my panties and bra. ”
“Good girl. Now go into your kitchen and open your freezer.” Frowning in confusion, Angie did as she was told and opened the door. Oh, no! He had to be kidding her! Sitting front and center so she couldn’t miss them were her florescent green vibrator and the bottle of K-Y.
As soon as he heard her gasp, Ian snickered. “Your toy and lube should be nicely chilled by now. Put the phone on speaker and set it down.” When she did, he gave her further instructions. “Take out your jolly green giant and put the batteries back in. They’re sitting on the counter.”
She groaned at his pun. “Really, Ian? The ‘jolly green giant’ is a name for my peas and carrots, not my vibrator.” Her hand shook a little as she grabbed the adult toy, and her anxiety went up a few notches, as well as her excitement, when she felt the freezing plastic.
She knew exactly what he was going to make her do with it.
“I’ll call it whatever I want, sweetheart, and since we’re playing, you should be calling me ‘Sir.’ Are the batteries in it yet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
In his office, Ian got up and locked his door before grabbing a hand towel from the room’s attached half-bath. He sat again at his desk and released his throbbing erection. The fist-fuck he’d given himself this morning, followed by a cold shower, had done nothing to relieve the aching in his groin.
He opened the bottom drawer of his desk and, toward the back, found a tube of lubricant he hadn’t used in a long while.
He wished he could have seen her face when she first saw her vibrator in the icebox.
Before calling her, he told Brody to let her hidden kitchen cameras and audio bugs go dark for a while.
He would love to watch the scene which was about to take place, but it would be a breach of trust without her knowledge.
At least he would hear her over the phone.
“Grab the K-Y and hop up on the kitchen island, Angel. You’re going to fuck yourself with that ice-cold cock and make me come in my hand while I listen to you. ”
Holy shit! It’d been a long time since Angie had indulged in phone sex with a man, but this was already hotter than anything she’d ever experienced.
She moved the phone to the island and set the lube and vibrator beside it.
Using her hands and arms, she jumped up and twisted, gasping as the cold granite registered on her bare ass cheeks. “O-okay, I’m on the island. What next?”
Her heart was pounding, and her pussy was quivering.
“Take off your thong, but leave the sexy bra on. Put some lube on your pussy lips and get them all nice and wet.”
“I think I’m wet enough.” She ripped her thong down her legs and threw it on the floor. “I don’t need the K-Y, Sir.”
His voice became stricter. “I didn’t ask your opinion, Angel. When I tell you to do something, you do it without questioning me unless it jeopardizes your safety or frightens you. Do you understand?”
She grabbed the cold bottle and immediately realized why he wanted her to use it. The chilled liquid on her hot sex was going to be torture. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now talk to me, nice and dirty, while you finger fuck yourself.”
That she could do. She always enjoyed dirty talk during sex.
“I have the cold lube on my fingers—a lot of it. I’m spreading my legs wide, and my bare pussy is open for you to see.
I’m drenched. Have been since I first heard your voice on the phone.
” Angie gasped as she touched her nether lips, the chilled lube sending shivers and goosebumps throughout her body.
“Oh, God! It’s s-so cold, but it’s heating up fast. I’m spreading it all over.
One finger is going into my slit, ooohhhhhh, now two.
I’m rubbing my clit with my other hand and fucking myself with my fingers.
You’re kneeling in front of me, staring at my pussy.
Oh, Sir, it feels so good. I’m soaked, and I wish you were here to lick my juices up with your tongue.
Oh yes, eat me and fuck me with your fingers, Sir… Faster.”
“Slow down, Angel.” Ian’s groan sounded tortured.
“You’re killing me here. I’ve got my fist around my cock.
It’s so fucking hard, and all for you. Get the vibrator, sweetheart.
Turn it on and touch it to your nipples through your lacy bra, but keep finger fucking yourself.
Whatever you do, don’t come until I tell you to, sweetheart.
You won’t like the spanking you’ll get.”
Whimpering at the appealing thought of him smacking her bare ass with his hand, she grabbed the cold, plastic toy and flipped the switch on the end of it.
“Okay, it’s on and… oh crap! It’s so cold, and my nipples are so hard.
Oh, lick them, Sir. Please, suck them into your mouth and heat them again.
Oh fuck, I can feel it going from my tits to my pussy. ”
“Baby, you’re so fucking hot. I wish I were there to see you.
I don’t think I’d be able to watch you more than a minute, though, before I rammed my cock into your hot pussy and fucked you until neither one of us could walk.
Put the vibrator on your clit, Angel, and keep those fucking fingers moving in and out. ”
“I’m still pumping them. I’m so tight and wet, and you feel so good.
I’m about to… ooohhhhhh! Shit! Oh, it’s so fucking cold, making my clit throb harder.
Please, Sir, touch my clit again… Aaahhhh!
Oh, fuck yeah… Oh please, Sir, let me fuck myself with your hard cock.
Let me put your shaft deep into my pussy. ”
“Shit, baby, do it. Put that frozen cock in your hot little pussy and fuck it hard.” Back in his office, Ian’s breathing was keeping pace with Angie’s panting.
He was going to explode the moment he let her come.
How long had it been since he had phone sex with a woman?
And had it ever been this good? He doubted it.
Angie shrieked. “Aaahhh, fuuuuccckkk!!! Oh sh-shit, it’s still ice cold, but my tight, hot walls are melting it fast. Oh, fuck me, Sir! Hard and fast.”
Ian’s hand tightened around his cock and sped up. He grunted and groaned as the sounds of her fucking herself for him rushed over the phone. “Yeah, baby. Damn, I can feel your hot, wet sex around my dick. It feels so fucking good. Rub your clit. Get there, Angel, get ready to come.”
“I’m ready, Sir. Please hurry!”
“Come now!”
On opposite ends of the phone lines, the sounds of ecstasy reached each other’s ears as they both exploded, squirting their individual come together as wave after wave of intense gratification hit them.
Angie screamed her release, but Ian didn’t want his secretary or anyone else to overhear him masturbating in his office.
It was hard to keep his cries of completion to mere growls and murmurs, but somehow, he succeeded.
For the first time since he saw her dressed for her blind date two nights ago, his dick was finally sated and flaccid, and he still hadn’t gotten inside her… yet.